"…Is it truly of the Third Boundary?" He wondered aloud. A Third Boundary creature should not have been able to make a Third Boundary man shudder like that. It had a way of creating fear that should not have been bestowed upon it.
"It is," Earl Maddon said with confidence. Just like his men, he was returning back to his normal self. He was a man that fancied himself a hero. He preferred to be cutting down foes stronger than him, than chasing after the weak, and ensuring justice against them. Or at least, he thought he was.
He knew the Black Goblin Captain's spear range, and with a gentle but firm urging of his horse, he took his first step inside of it. The most delicate of steps, taken with eyes wide open, unblinking, waiting for the strike that would surely come.
The Black Goblin Captain did not leave him disappointed. As if as a flash of lightning, the spear arrived at Earl Maddon's chest before he could really truly prepare himself to receive it.
